biggie illustration
Search Menu

The Notorious B.I.G.’s Last Ever Recorded Verse was for “Victory”

A day before late, great The Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down in L.A. on March 9, 1997, he entered the studio and recorded a verse for the last time in his life. The verse on “Victory” would appear on Puff’s debut studio album, No Way Out, and feature some of Biggie’s most memorable and ruthless bars over sinister production by The Hitmen.

In an interview on the making of No Way Out, Stephen Dent, an audio engineer who worked on the album, he called Puffy and Big working on “Victory” together.

Stephen Dent: Big put his part down and then Puff lived with it for a couple days. Then, he came back and he did his part and, like I said, to me, that’s totally his best performance ever, that I’ve ever heard. And then, when they added the Busta element, when Busta came in, you know it was just a big party. Busta had the amplified lyrics and the amplified attitude to go along with it. It just made the record go from sounding regular to an extra ordinary song to me. Every element about it was just, you know, I remember all those sessions pretty much vividly. Especially for “Victory”. I can remember almost everyday we spent on this record.

07/22: The Making of “No Way Out” | Bad Boy Blog

Big’s lines, “Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike // Anyone – Tyson, Jordan, Jackson,” are timeless and have been subsequently used by Jay Z on “Ni**as in Paris” and more recently by Westside Gunn on “Spurs 3.”

Upon its release as a single, “Victory” peaked at number 19 on the Billboard Hot 100 and has since gone on to claim classic status. Many rappers have gone on to record freestyles over the song, most notably 50 Cent and Lloyd Banks in 2002, for their mixtape, No Mercy, No Fear.

In the commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin', your fam' destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the izz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I could pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a ni**a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all fa**ots ain't killin' shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin' shit; you overdid it holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin' to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me the underboss
Of this holocaust, truly yours, Frank White
Related Posts